My mother could replace the broken
record, not my broken
heart. No one stepped on it—I
was born this way.
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My mother could replace the broken
record, not my broken
heart. No one stepped on it—I
was born this way.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
O – this is too sad a saying
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I guess you are right. The truth is often sad.
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